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number of does, but unfortunately no good 

 heads. 



On the 18th the weather broke badly, the 

 glass fell Toths, a gale of wind and heavy 

 driving rain made stalking impossible and kept 

 us in camp all day. Towards evening the 

 wind went round and the rain stopped, and 

 then we saw a wonderful sunset, the heavy 

 rain clouds drifting away across a golden red 

 setting sun. We saw a stag on the sky-line 

 about two miles away, but too late to go after 

 him. 



On the 19th the wind had come round to 

 the north, and it was a bright, lovely morning. 

 We took the ground to the north-west, working 

 round by where we had seen the stag the 

 previous evening. We covered a lot of ground 

 and altogether stalked four separate stags, 

 only to find, on getting up to them, that the 

 heads were no good. We must have walked 

 over fifteen miles, but in the bracing air of the 

 barrens fatigue was unknown. We saw an- 

 other black fox to-day a long way off, and 

 Steve said h,e would be back trapping in three 

 weeks and hoped to get the two black foxes. 

 I picked up a single horn with twenty-two 

 points, very short and thick. There were 

 eight points on the top just like a frontal tine. 



The morning of the 20th was very cold and 



